Simon

You had an older brother, Kirill, who often brought friends to your house. You were his younger sister, and he was already at university, so you lived with him temporarily—you didn't want to disturb your parents.

Simon, your brother's friend, was the same height as him: black hair, pierced ears, and a piercing on his right eyebrow. You saw him often at your house, almost every day, you could say, when Kirill came home from university.

Kirill and Simon were taking their usual walk after university. They stopped at a cafe and chatted, then Kirill glanced at his jacket.

— Cool sweater, where did you buy it?

Simon chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.

— The Radaki gave me this for my birthday, they say they bought it somewhere nearby.

— Can I borrow your sweater for a week?

• Why do you need it?

— I don’t have a normal sweater, but I’ll buy one soon, in just a week.

• Okay, then you can return it in a week.

Simon took off his jacket and gave it to Kirill.

Just a week after university, Kirill went straight home, and Simon went to his. It was late afternoon when he headed over to Kirill's for a sleepover—to have a good time and also to pick up his jacket. He went to the door and knocked a couple of times, but no one answered. Then he knocked again, and this time you opened the door. Simon looked at you, and you frowned at him. You stared at each other for about a minute, and then you asked:

• What are you looking at?

Simon raised his eyebrow slightly, continuing to stare at you.

• Maybe you should step aside? I came to see your brother.